the best of both worlds [1/?]
Title: The Best of Both Worlds
Rating Overall R
Author: noestoybien
Disclaimer: This never happened, I made it all up!
Pairing: Gerard/Lyn-Z Lyn-Z/OMC
Summary: Lyndsey Ballato is married to a wonderful, understanding, lug of a man. There's only one problem. He's dead in bed. That's where Gerard Way steps in--her lover. There's another problem. She loves them both for separate reasons. How can she choose?
INTRO
1
The Encounter
Lyndsey was smoking, the worst of her habits-well, that was debatable. Her floral print luggage set, old and green and faded, was laid out before her on the sidewalk. The bus driver set the last of it at her feet.
“Here you go, maa’m. Have a nice day.”
Lyndsey nodded in reciprocation and dropped her cigarette, crushing it beneath her feet, but not before exhaling one more lungful of smoke. She turned to face her home for the first time in what seemed like months. But it had only been a week. It was a week that decidedly changed the course of the rest of her life. Out of sheer habit, she pulled out another cigarette. The bad habit had worsened during her week away.
In a jumble of bells and a bad, bad sweater, her husband came running out. Lyndsey’s eyes instantly lit up and she dropped her cigarette.
“Baby!” she screamed.
“Sweetie!” her husband, Peter, replied. He picked her up into a bear hug of mountainous proportion. Peter was her big, cuddly bear. “Come inside,” he said. “I can’t wait for you to tell me all about your trip!”
……………
It was like a scene out of a movie. A combination of his cold breath and cigarette smoke billowed out in front of him, his silhouette only lit by the small, glowing red bud at the end of his cigarette. Lyndsey was intrigued, and she needed a smoke. Her family was turning out to be a lot more of a hassle than she had bargained for. She was at the 7-11 where she just bought her favorite chocolate bar with what little money she had. He was leaning against the outside of the 7-11 in the dark with a tantalizing cigarette. She just had to bum one off him, so she approached him.
“Hey,” she said, her voice a bit hoarse from the cold. “Can I get a loosy off you?”
He turned his head slightly towards her where the light hit only the right side of his face. He smirked and took a drag. He shook a single cigarette out of his cigarette box and handed it to her, with that smirk ever present on his face. She was enticed. Something about this man was provocative. Of course the next step was to ask for a light, but he was way ahead of her. He offered a pale hand and a match, which he struck against the wall and ignited.
“I like to keep it old school,” he said coolly. His voice was smooth yet husky. It was almost seductive in a kind of airy way. She lit her cigarette and thanked him. She should have been walking away at that point, but something kept her. The man was still smirking.
So she said through a mouthful of smoke, “What are you smiling at, eh?”
“You,” he said stifling laughter.
“Oh yeah? Why?”
He smirked again, moving entirely out of the darkness. “Because you’re cute.”
Lyndsey was taken aback and a bit flustered. “Oh,” she croaked softly. He wasn’t too bad himself. She just didn’t want to admit to herself what she was feeling at the moment-a mutual attraction.
“So where you from?” the man asked.
“Originally from here. I’m here to visit family. My dad died. Funeral.” She took a deep drag.
“Oh I’m sorry to hear that,” the man said, and actually sounded sincere about it.
“Yeah. He sure picked a great time of the year to die, y’know? Christmas time. Thanks a lot, Dad.”
“You sound bitter.”
Lyndsey scratched her head. “No, I’m not. I’m just…I don’t know.” She gazed at her feet. “My family is nuts, which doesn’t help.”
“I know how that is,” the man offered in meager condolence.
“So where you from?” Lyndsey asked the mystery man.
“Here too. Also visiting family. I’m living in Greenwood at the moment, though.”
Lyndsey choked on her cigarette smoke and had a coughing fit. “Holy shit, me too.”
“Well, what a coincidence,” the man said, offering his hand. “I’m Gerard.”
“Lyndsey,” she said shaking his hand.
“I’m in a band, “Gerard said.
“Which band?”
“You’ve never heard of them.”
“Probably not.”
“Listen, cutie, I have to run, but here’s my card, call me if you ever need to…take a break.”
She took the card without protest and watched him walk to his car and drive away. She glanced at the card, which bore only a number and a name: Gerard Way.
Back in the Ballato household, Lyndsey had had enough. After a heated argument about something nobody remembered anymore, she stormed out.
“Lyndsey Anne Ballato!” her mother bellowed after her. “Where do you think you’re going?”
“Out for a smoke,” she replied coldly. She slammed the door and dug through her pockets for a cigarette when she realized that the most important component of going out for a smoke-a cigarette-was missing.
“Shit,” she said under her breath. Instead what she did find in her pockets was her cell phone and Gerard’s card. She turned them both over in her hands apprehensively. She wasn’t sure why, but she was compelled to call him. It rang for a long time and she was relieved when to her horror, he actually answered.
“Hello?” he said with what sounded like a mouthful of crunchy cereal.
“Uh, hi,” Lyndsey said shakily. “Am I bothering you? Uh, this is Lyndsey from the 7-11. I’m not bothering you, am I?” Lyndsey Ballato was not known for being timid, so she was just as confused as anyone else might be at her coy demeanor.
“Oh, hey, cutie. No, you’re not bothering me. What’s up?”
“Oh, nothing. I, uh…what’s up with you?”
“Nothing much.” He chewed on his crunchy cereal. “Is there a reason you’re calling or is this just for a chat? Shit, that sounded really rude, sorry.” Crunch, crunch.
She laughed shakily. “No, it’s okay.” There was an awkward silence only broken by the last of Gerard’s cereal. “Hey, you said to call you if I ever needed a break. I kind of need one right now.” And what she said next she wasn’t sure why she said, but she felt like an outer force was compelling her. “Can I see you? Like, right now?”
There was the faint clatter of a spoon being placed in a bowl and he sighed. “Sure.” He gave her his address, and to her surprise, it was within walking distance.
“Okay, I’ll be there in a bit.”
Rating Overall R
Author: noestoybien
Disclaimer: This never happened, I made it all up!
Pairing: Gerard/Lyn-Z Lyn-Z/OMC
Summary: Lyndsey Ballato is married to a wonderful, understanding, lug of a man. There's only one problem. He's dead in bed. That's where Gerard Way steps in--her lover. There's another problem. She loves them both for separate reasons. How can she choose?
INTRO
1
The Encounter
Lyndsey was smoking, the worst of her habits-well, that was debatable. Her floral print luggage set, old and green and faded, was laid out before her on the sidewalk. The bus driver set the last of it at her feet.
“Here you go, maa’m. Have a nice day.”
Lyndsey nodded in reciprocation and dropped her cigarette, crushing it beneath her feet, but not before exhaling one more lungful of smoke. She turned to face her home for the first time in what seemed like months. But it had only been a week. It was a week that decidedly changed the course of the rest of her life. Out of sheer habit, she pulled out another cigarette. The bad habit had worsened during her week away.
In a jumble of bells and a bad, bad sweater, her husband came running out. Lyndsey’s eyes instantly lit up and she dropped her cigarette.
“Baby!” she screamed.
“Sweetie!” her husband, Peter, replied. He picked her up into a bear hug of mountainous proportion. Peter was her big, cuddly bear. “Come inside,” he said. “I can’t wait for you to tell me all about your trip!”
……………
It was like a scene out of a movie. A combination of his cold breath and cigarette smoke billowed out in front of him, his silhouette only lit by the small, glowing red bud at the end of his cigarette. Lyndsey was intrigued, and she needed a smoke. Her family was turning out to be a lot more of a hassle than she had bargained for. She was at the 7-11 where she just bought her favorite chocolate bar with what little money she had. He was leaning against the outside of the 7-11 in the dark with a tantalizing cigarette. She just had to bum one off him, so she approached him.
“Hey,” she said, her voice a bit hoarse from the cold. “Can I get a loosy off you?”
He turned his head slightly towards her where the light hit only the right side of his face. He smirked and took a drag. He shook a single cigarette out of his cigarette box and handed it to her, with that smirk ever present on his face. She was enticed. Something about this man was provocative. Of course the next step was to ask for a light, but he was way ahead of her. He offered a pale hand and a match, which he struck against the wall and ignited.
“I like to keep it old school,” he said coolly. His voice was smooth yet husky. It was almost seductive in a kind of airy way. She lit her cigarette and thanked him. She should have been walking away at that point, but something kept her. The man was still smirking.
So she said through a mouthful of smoke, “What are you smiling at, eh?”
“You,” he said stifling laughter.
“Oh yeah? Why?”
He smirked again, moving entirely out of the darkness. “Because you’re cute.”
Lyndsey was taken aback and a bit flustered. “Oh,” she croaked softly. He wasn’t too bad himself. She just didn’t want to admit to herself what she was feeling at the moment-a mutual attraction.
“So where you from?” the man asked.
“Originally from here. I’m here to visit family. My dad died. Funeral.” She took a deep drag.
“Oh I’m sorry to hear that,” the man said, and actually sounded sincere about it.
“Yeah. He sure picked a great time of the year to die, y’know? Christmas time. Thanks a lot, Dad.”
“You sound bitter.”
Lyndsey scratched her head. “No, I’m not. I’m just…I don’t know.” She gazed at her feet. “My family is nuts, which doesn’t help.”
“I know how that is,” the man offered in meager condolence.
“So where you from?” Lyndsey asked the mystery man.
“Here too. Also visiting family. I’m living in Greenwood at the moment, though.”
Lyndsey choked on her cigarette smoke and had a coughing fit. “Holy shit, me too.”
“Well, what a coincidence,” the man said, offering his hand. “I’m Gerard.”
“Lyndsey,” she said shaking his hand.
“I’m in a band, “Gerard said.
“Which band?”
“You’ve never heard of them.”
“Probably not.”
“Listen, cutie, I have to run, but here’s my card, call me if you ever need to…take a break.”
She took the card without protest and watched him walk to his car and drive away. She glanced at the card, which bore only a number and a name: Gerard Way.
Back in the Ballato household, Lyndsey had had enough. After a heated argument about something nobody remembered anymore, she stormed out.
“Lyndsey Anne Ballato!” her mother bellowed after her. “Where do you think you’re going?”
“Out for a smoke,” she replied coldly. She slammed the door and dug through her pockets for a cigarette when she realized that the most important component of going out for a smoke-a cigarette-was missing.
“Shit,” she said under her breath. Instead what she did find in her pockets was her cell phone and Gerard’s card. She turned them both over in her hands apprehensively. She wasn’t sure why, but she was compelled to call him. It rang for a long time and she was relieved when to her horror, he actually answered.
“Hello?” he said with what sounded like a mouthful of crunchy cereal.
“Uh, hi,” Lyndsey said shakily. “Am I bothering you? Uh, this is Lyndsey from the 7-11. I’m not bothering you, am I?” Lyndsey Ballato was not known for being timid, so she was just as confused as anyone else might be at her coy demeanor.
“Oh, hey, cutie. No, you’re not bothering me. What’s up?”
“Oh, nothing. I, uh…what’s up with you?”
“Nothing much.” He chewed on his crunchy cereal. “Is there a reason you’re calling or is this just for a chat? Shit, that sounded really rude, sorry.” Crunch, crunch.
She laughed shakily. “No, it’s okay.” There was an awkward silence only broken by the last of Gerard’s cereal. “Hey, you said to call you if I ever needed a break. I kind of need one right now.” And what she said next she wasn’t sure why she said, but she felt like an outer force was compelling her. “Can I see you? Like, right now?”
There was the faint clatter of a spoon being placed in a bowl and he sighed. “Sure.” He gave her his address, and to her surprise, it was within walking distance.
“Okay, I’ll be there in a bit.”